So Many By Ronald S Porter

so many candlelit bedrooms so many exotic erotic perfumes all that fussing; and the fights late dark streets, alone at night rainy mornings just before day so many times, walking away miles of smiles and pretty faces all the lovers who left traces lines on forehead, fading scars hearts as distant as the stars something inside, somehow dying someone, somewhere, lies there crying so many kisses, of love begotten lingering images to be forgotten road ahead-long and daunting words once said, in my head, haunting aching loneliness keeps on stalking slow and tired, just keep walking so many times, so many lovers so many mornings... keep walking